I need to explain that this piece is not fully my original work. I translated it from pidgin from a very old tattered book when I was in high school. I found said book in a dark musty corner of the Alliance High School Junior/Grieve Library. I edited it and also changed words to get a rhyme scheme. I have spent years Googling some of its sentences hoping to find the original piece. But finally I have given up on it having a soft-copy version. So for now I will give credits to anonymous. It has been a long time coming for this piece to be sent out to the world. Words are like seeds, and from them, knowledge grows at whose foot wisdom sits to restart the process all over again.
My darling love, my little love
My dumpling, my sweet cake
My sweetheart, I go for you
Like how flies go for sugar
As I put my pen on paper
And my nib starts to fly
I very well remember
The first day you caught my eye
You had just come off your car
A bus was to your right
A car swept by your left ear
And you stood up, stiff with fright
Don’t scorn my little letter love
I know my writing is poor
My training not good, but what
I can’t spell, I will draw
See how I draw the two faces
They look at each other
One is you and one is me
Choose any one you’d rather
This is not a cockroach’s foot
It’s a finger with a ring
It means I want to marry you
And this line is a piece of string
Take and put it around your finger
On your wedding hand
Make sure you get the right size
Then give to this man
The man is now I, Smooth Spice
Keep swelling till I see you next
Accept my young heart while I close
With love and lots of good thoughts
The Divine Bandit™ 